She couldn't help chortling at poor Ken, so shocked by her lethal weapons that he tumbled backwards out of his chair, and she rose smoothly to step forward and stand over the lad and next to Aurin, one hand on a hip, her head tilted, a fox's grin canted across her features. She was taller than she looked sitting down, slender and long of leg, with a certain confident swagger to her hips. As if instinct had not already alerted her to this fact, Azabeth was increasingly certain that Aurin and Ken were more than they claimed to be.... which was perfectly fine, as she was playing such a role herself.
"Careful, Ken," she grinned playfully down at the prone not-mercenary. "Losing consciousness in a bar such is this is a sure way to lose your coinpurse." And then back to Aurin, shifting her weight to the other leg, still smiling. "Why, thank you for noticing, kind ser. You're the first with the courage to say so, which is remarkable, considering the entirety of the bar seems to wish they were on display for the good of all the kingdom."